By Estelle Erasmus
Growing older strikes fear into the hearts of many women, but really, what’s the alternative? Not too pretty.
I write on Redbook.com this week about why I have enjoyed growing older (in many ways the second chapter of my life began in my forties when I married and had my daughter).
I remember when I was graduating college in the mid 1980s, I worried that life, as I knew it was over, that I’d never be carefree again, and that my social life would end with the handing over of the diploma. Although I feared getting older I’ve actually found that now with many of my goals accomplished or in progress, I relish it. I always say I’m a late bloomer, but when I bloom, I bloom big.
I’m a Midlife Mom: I got married in my forties and had my daughter a few years later. She’s six years old now, and I revel in teaching her about life by paving her way with the mortar of the hard-earned wisdom I’ve garnered through the years. When I was younger, I didn’t think I was the maternal type and didn’t think I could get beyond my youthful self-absorption to be a capable and caring parent. I now know that I am.
Freedom from Fear: With age comes the knowledge that no matter what happens I won’t break, I’ll just bounce. So, I don’t put up with anyone’s nonsense, drama, or bullying, unlike the myriad times I did when I was younger. I have also been able to hopefully bully-proof my daughter through various role-playing scenarios (the way my junior high school guidance counselor once did with me). I also feel the joy when we dance together, because at this point in my life I don’t care if everyone or no one is watching.
Let me know how you feel about growing older?
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